You may well wonder I suddenly seem obsessed with my schooldays, and for the moment, I really am! Having left school, and Africa in one fell swoop at the age of 18 when my parents retired and went to settle in England taking their family with them it had never occurred to me to stay behind on my own.
My sister, Ruth, and I were so miserable, that first UK winter when we did not know a soul and everything felt very alien. But naturally, we soon met and made friends and gradually our new lives took over and we eventually lost close touch with many of our really good friends from our school. The school closed in 1977, and as far as we knew, all records disappeared with the nuns. It is now a Jehovah’s Witness – or is it Seventh Day Adventist? institution. Anyway, our High Church nuns must feel anxious…
Tomorrow, on Wednesday 26th August – over 55 years since I left and last saw many of the girls I am going to a St Peter’s Diocesan School for Girls, Bulawayo, reunion, to be held near Oxford. What excitement!
I have been having a lovely time poring over old school photographs in rather battered childhood albums, with black and white photos taken with my Box Brownie, all carefully stuck in with coloured photographic corners, with headings written equally carefully, in white ink. John has reproduced many of these, which I have uploaded into the St Peter’s School pics gallery. Another SPUDS old girl and longtime friend, Sally Cathie (nee McAllister) has sent me some too. In spite of all our complaints about the lack of food and the cruelly repressive regime, we were a healthy, cheerful looking bunch, and certainly not obviously underfed!
I am really looking forward to the event. Fortunately we have been asked to have our names/maiden names all written large upon our bosoms, so there should be no excuse for not instantly recognising everybody.
No doubt we will all have so much to chat about. a number of UK resident old girls are very disappointed at not being able to come so I have promised to report back upon my return.